Write this down,
Remember every word--
You're not the things they told you way back then
You're so much more than ideas in your head so bury them
And keep them so they can return when you're alone
And so that you can fight them in the end.
----

Hello, darlings, and welcome back.

Hectic, much-- my life has been a fastpacedhecticdraggingtorturous thing, racing past and slipping through the loophole between the minute hand and the hour hand and sifting and swirling and vanishing down the sink;

where it will flow to some idyllic little old New England village and fall into the breakfast mug of some barley farmer as he sits and talks with old friends over wheat cereal and hot rye bread and fruit fresh from his orchard,

which is why time always goes so slow over there-- all my time's going to them, and it's not fair.

...Things back on my side, though, have been-- for want of a better word-- strange.

And I'm not sure how eggsactly I feel about it.

(because the door's always shut and stuttering
and always silent when you're lonely
But when they come; they come and come again
and they won't leave you alone, Lee.)

[So I loved you for your courage, and your gentle sense of shame
And I loved you for your laughter and your language and your name
And I knew it was impossible, but I loved you just the same
Though the only love I gave to you was hard love.]


I got an email from Roy today-- which was unexpected; but whatever, mails're always cool.
(which sounds funny when you read it out, but whatev.)
Apparently he's in some nautically-sounding school and he realizes that rowing IS indeed very hard work and he's got dolphins on his walls.

People have been dreaming about me.

...I'm rad!

Maybe that's why I haven't been able to remember my dreams lately-- 'cause my dream self has been too busy floating around in other people's little subconscious/dream worlds to actually pay attention to my own dreams.

ANYWAYYYY. I digress.

The week's going to be over and it's going to be a girls' day out with Maxy and Ting again---

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING! <3--

and I'm kinduv really looking forward to getting high again--

the real kind of high;

the kind that leaves you bent double and her draped over the clothesracks
and it's so overwhelming that it's a good half-a-minute before you regain your breath--

that kind of high

and no, I'm not talking drugs;
I'm talking laughter and best friends and c-c-c-camera flashes in the backseats of silver cabs,
and frosted strawberries in golden cafes and the sidewalk silhouettes of girls in love with life.


Hey, look out;

here we come.

...peace. <3